Jake felt strange. His body felt full. Then it became bloated. “Did you poison me?”
“Nonsense. You’re just transforming, boy.” The witch watched, anticipating.
Jake’s legs started bloating even more. They got huge. “I think I’m having some kind of allergic reaction!”
“Pah,” the witch dismissed. “Transformation.” She put her elbow on the table next to her, propping her head up.
Suddenly Jake cried out as he heard his bones crack. It didn’t hurt exactly, but the feelings of his body suddenly shifting felt disconcerting. His clothes started ripping, and he cried in fear as he watched his legs divide. Soon he had four legs, two of them pushing back behind him as his ass stretched back with his junk, his torso seeming to grow. “It’s real,” he gasped. “I’m turning into a centaur!”
The witch gained interest as she watched Jake’s transformation taking on momentum.
Jake’s muscles rippled and flexed, his body expanding and growing larger. His wrists grew thicker, breaking the handcuffs. It was a good thing the cage he was in was large. He realized as he watched his body expanding and growing larger, he was going to need the space.
Jake watched his pecs expanding larger, and larger. Then his belly. His body started chubbing up, and he felt confusion. Centaurs were always muscle gods in the movies. Was he going to be a fat centaur?
Jake watched his belly expand, and he was getting love handles. His face started changing as well. He realized his legs were quite chubby, and he imagined that his rear legs were too. His arms were flabby. Then as his body kept getting fatter and fatter, it wasn’t just moobs hanging off his chest… they were very big, round earth momma tits. He tried to look back between his front legs, and was able to see his fears were coming true. His junk was shrinking between his rear legs, and there were nipples going down his fat torso and between his front and back legs. He was turning into a very fat, big-tittied female centaur.
He squealed in shock. “SOWEEEE!”
That wasn’t right, he realized as he saw his reflection in a curio cabinet containing ingredients. He had a pig’s snout. He wasn’t turning into a centaur after all.
As the last of his changes locked his – or more accurately HER - hugely fat, big teated body into its new form, Jake squealed some more. She was basically centaur-shaped, but clearly she was not a steed or a stud. She was a big, hugely fat pig-taur. Her belly stood way out in front of her, titties jutting out even further. The titties between her legs hung down so they rubbed on the floor whenever she moved. All four of her feet ended in cloven pig hooves.
And sure enough, over her very fat sow’s back, above her new piggy pussy and anus, was a curly pig tail. She squealed some more, unable to stop herself from getting excited by all of her own fat teats. She felt a pleasant tingling deep between her hind legs, and a wetness.
Jake started squealing uncontrollably, as she had her first orgasm as a pig-taur. A line of drool dropped from her snout, and she lost herself in a half-hour long orgasm that welcomed Jake to her new life. She would have been utterly humiliated – a fat pig of all things! But the orgasm left her simply enjoying her very corpulent new form, and all 26 of her big, fat teats started leaking.
The witch milked all of the magic sow’s titties, collecting the milk into a big milk jug. Jake was now a very rare mythological pig-taur, and her milk would be sought after by many.
“Don’t worry,” the witch cackled, petting the sow’s fat, round rump. “I’ll keep you happy with all you can eat and plenty of orgasms, my dear sow. All you have to do is produce that magic milk!”
A final realization hit Jake. She was straight. So now that she was female, she was dreaming about cocks. She squealed anew, both horrified and more turned on as she came even harder than before. "SOWEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"